Join Date: Aug 2006
Location: In a rockin good place
Dad came over with his huge and ancient socket set and a toolbox full of spanners of pretty much every size and description. I remember being fascinated by the socket set when I was a nipper. It was massive, extensive and impressive. He'd been an engineer on railways, merchant navy, railways again and then at Rothmans fag factory - proper, time served engineer.....if he didn't have the tool, he'd make it. When I was a kid, he bought a cruddy old Ford Corsair, he and his brother took it to bits and rebuilt it. It was a flying machine, handpainted in bright yellow (I suspect to annoy our posh neighbours), after the previous A60 Austin Cambridge. I admit - I was, and am still, in awe of the fella.
I waved the broken ratchet at him and he just smiled and said "pah that was just me cheapo one for 'round the house'......look, I'd help, but my knees are knackered now". They are. He can hardly bloody walk. "Steve, those were your Uncle Mick's spanners from when he was a mechanic" - me Dad's only brother died young and tragically a few years ago, I know he still misses him. "You best keep 'em now, I won't be fettling my car anymore".
He looked on as I finally got the 19mm bolts out with the appropriate socket and the breaker bar I never knew I had............patted me on the shoulder and made his way home for his dinner and football on the telly.
A few hours later, job done, I reflected on unexpectedly inheriting the tools that my Dad had used back in the 70's and 80's and had a little smile to myself. It's the little things sometimes, isn't it?